I am a big fan of Yorgos Lanthimos. And Olivia Colman. And Rachel Weisz. (Not so much Emma Stone). However, I'm afraid I fell asleep about three-quarters of the way through watching The Favourite. I'm not going to write a synopsis; The Adelaide Review has already done the work for me here plus it's almost … Continue reading The Favourite is not my favourite

Today I went to the Emu Plains Market at Balnarring. I love that market. I go for the food. And the silver jewellery. I'm a repeat offender at the taco stand, the poffertjes truck, the calamari seller, and the Dutch croquette stall. And as for the Chloe Sophia platería, well I've now run out of … Continue reading Fudgeaggedon

I started work in a university library a couple of years ago. At that time, I promised myself that would be the end of my book acquisition days and that I would become a borrower of books, rather than an owner. However, it’s not that simple. Book ownership is a sensory experience. It engages all … Continue reading Bøker berserker

Obsessed with Norway since 1985.  It's a long story.  But, I'll give you the short version. When I was 16 I lived for a year in a tiny fjord-side town south of Oslo. Thirty-four years later I am still obsessed with Norway.  Jo da, as the Norwegians say.  And, as my favourite king, Håkon, said:  … Continue reading Woollyfield Stadium, The Big Thing and Huge Orgasm

There.  I’ve admitted it.  My dirty little secret.  I love porn.  Norwegian Property Porn.   It all started during my 2013 visit to Norway.  I’m a sucker for wood, stone basements, and triple glazed windows.  And gardens with birch, lilac and apple trees, raspberry bushes, and dandelions. In 2013 I spent a lot of time … Continue reading Norwegian Property Porn